At any moment, the tide would switch,
Silence would become loud,
With ringing commands,
Of the captain and the anchor,
Drawn up from the depths.
The ship was coming about
I paced the deck, pausing,
Nothing stirred not even fish,
Leaping up to breathe,
The night air.
From somewhere nearby, a bell rung
Reverberating in odd patterns
Through the mist.
First came one voice, then a second,
Accompanied by the steps of heavy boots.
A shadowy figure appeared,
A French sailor,
Gently nudging me.
“We’re weighing anchor now Miss.”
His French was accented and strange,
And lovely, and beguiling,
A verbary of a fine language.
It was the first time,
That I ever heard your voice,
I knew right then, you were him.
And I wanted you, desperately,
How could I ever forget you…
I loved you then,
Just as I love you now,
My French Sailor Boy.
Life With Catnip 
Where does this magic come from? I wish I were a sailor now, instead of a “Leg” as soldiers are sometimes called.
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What magic do you speak of. For me, I see the one I love, I picture him, his face and I just talk to him as if he were right here, but I can’t so i pour my heart out in words, hoping he might read them.
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I believe the magic is your wonderful ability to create a three dimensional story with sight and sound and all the emotions connected to the story. I could see the young sailor approaching a young lady and the two making a connection in that moment. I thought it was a magical moment. I did not keep it in the same personal frame you set it in so I hope I didn’t come across improper with my comment. Just know that I am continuously amazed by your talent and want you to know how much I appreciate it.
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Thank you but nothing ever taken unintended so you’re fine just to let you know I was raised in a house full of boys five boys and then I raise a house full of so all is good. I’m thick.
Hey, Permission to use your name again in my life above the mat post paid tribute and need your name that’s okay Willy had the sailor man he’s a Navy seal just FYI so let me know if ok.
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Yes, I’m honored. Daniel Hinson is my real name. I smile when you say raised in a house with five boys and raise boys. You must always have your hands full keeping them all under control. And thank you again!
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As they grew up I had control. My house was the one where my sons and their friends like to hang out. My house never empty and I never needed anyone’s help. I would never ask even if I did. I would always figure things out on my own and I still do. They were good boys.
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